Dorsey Baker Poems

you want her
you need her
you love her
but she aint real
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joined by life Joined by death
our true love
True tears
we shed True blood we bled
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I write poems
because I have these thoughts
that just won't go away
I try to make them leave
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It might be some pleasure
or it might be some pain,
Still you're wide open, wide
open in the rain,
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Just a shadow
in the fading light
a candle burning slowly
in the darkest night-
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Loud as
thunder beautiful
as spring; early as
morning sunrise.
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Perfumed enticement: her
body
is begging his body
to come his excitement
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You were a good little girl,
I was a good little boy, and
Baby together we had a good thing going!
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A face crumbling from its
Tower of beauty
And naked bones
In their becoming
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Where sex is the slave; not the master,
The whole-
Finish is faster.
Apple hangs longer
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